this is where my emotions leak out. but is also occasionally about comedy or things i either hate or love. and sometimes, those things are all the same thing.

Monday, January 19, 2009

ah sneeze.

been doing stand up more often lately. which is great. i am finally feeling energized by it again. not that i have felt particularly off or weird about it, but it's been a long time since i have felt really enthused about pursuing it personally. i've inferred that i now feel enthused based on the fact that i thought that it would be nice to do some more shows tonight, as opposed to what i normally think about stand up, which is 1) basically not a lot or 2) 'gah, a fleeting jealousy at people who are funnier / better than me!'. stand up is a craft that i am interested in, and it's fun. that's all i have to say about it, i guess. gonna keep werkin at it.

here is a portion from an old blogpost i never finished and posted. since my brain can't be bothered to think of something new tonight:

STORIESi think i have maybe told a really good story maybe once in my life. ever. this is mostly because i tend to ramble and get distracted by something that WILL become a relevant point later in the story if everyone would just keep listening and paying attention... oh hey were are you going? oh wendy's, sweet i want to try their new $1 spicy chicken sandwich it looks great. oh man have you had one of those quizno's sammies yet? they look PERFECT but my friend said they were pathetically small.

see? i would totally do that in real life. a pretty good story that might be awesome if i were to tell it well, ruined by the fact that i am a distractable social moth. also, and slightly more important, is my lack of good stories. i am generally a huge coward, and have never done that CRAZY thing that makes great stand up stories work, because instead of pushing the guy in the restaurant for being a sexist dick, i sit and fume about it and vent later to my sister. and instead of attempting a series of hilarious hi-jinks in order to get the last tampon from the dispenser in my office bathroom, i carefully fold a bunch of toilet paper over and go to duane reade as soon as i can manage it. i tend to pick the boring route. most of my good stories result in being in the right place at the right time, and that's it.

shit i am exhausted. i don't even have enough energy to think of an ending to this story. good night, internet. time for massive and thorough asleepness!